Harry was running towards Sirius and Hermione as they were falling towards the veil. This time, Dumbledore was not there to hold him back. This time he reached them but not in time. This time they had saved themselves.
Hermione had helped Sirius and they stood, merely inches from the looming veil.
Harry was on the verge of bursting into tears when he saw this. He smiled and threw his arms tightly around Sirius, and then tightly around Hermione. They embraced him gratefully.
There was no battle going on behind him. It was just the three of them, smiling and laughing.
Everything was perfect.

"See Harry, I told you I'd always be here for you," Sirius said and ruffled Harry's hair. "You would have sacrificed yourself to save me. You're so much like your father," Sirius said with admiration in his eyes. Tears welled up in the vivid jade color of Harry's eyes and he bit his lip to refrain from crying.

"And you really didn't think some nasty tumor was going to kill me, did you Harry? I mean you're hopeless at Potions without me. I can't very well leave you behind to lumber through it on your own," she said with a bright smile. She was no longer skinny and frail, but full-figured and strong. He couldn't help but let the tears spill heavily from his eyes.

"You're both alive!" he exclaimed, still not quite believing. He had seen the two fall behind the veil so many times that the two of them actually surviving was unbelievable.

"Of course Harry. Unless you call us standing here talking to you being something other than alive then again I did once have a cat that died and still followed me about weeks after," Sirius pondered. Hermione smiled up at him and then turned her radiance to Harry.

"I swear Harry, you're a mess! No wonder you weren't made Prefect...just look at the state of you! Now please try to do something with your hair," she mumbled and shook her head. Harry laughed at her motherly advice and tried to smooth down his ruffled, raven hair.

"I thought you two died...you're alive!" he exclaimed again.

"Yes, but your parents are. You're the reason they're dead," Sirius said with a sigh. Harry's smile fell.

"No... what are you saying?" Harry asked in horror. Emotions were beginning to build in his chest.

"Harry, everyone knows it's your fault that your parents are dead," Hermione said as she rolled her eyes.

"No! Voldemort killed them!" Harry screamed at her, the emotion clogging his head and heart.

"Control your temper, Harry! James would never act the way you do! Also, if you hadn't been born, your parents could have escaped Voldemort easier than the snap of my fingers!" Sirius said with a sigh. "They were so disappointed when they had you. They thought you would amount to something great!" Sirius shook his head sadly.

"No... shut up!" Harry screamed at his godfather.

"It's true. Look at yourself Harry! You're a spoiled, selfish brat who has a saving-people-complex. I mean you just need all the glory, don't you? Just like Draco said!" she sighed.

"I don't! I... I just want to help people!"

"No, you want to make yourself look better by seeming caring. You have a horrible temper, Harry! You pretend to be someone you're not!" Hermione scolded.
Anger slowly rose in Harrys chest, burned in his throat. He remembered the mirror... he remembered how he had broken it... he couldn't let his temper get out of control...

"You're the boy-who-lived but you're also the boy who killed his parents! You killed my best friend in the entire world, Harry Potter!" Sirius sobbed at Harry, tears forming in his dark eyes. "I wish I had fallen through that veil! If I had I wouldn't have to deal with a disappointment of a godson who killed the people who mattered the most to me!" he screamed at Harry.

"I hope that this tumor really does kill me, Harry. I hope that I die so I dont have to suffer through any more of your complaining or self-pity. I hope I die so I dont have to listen to you mope around or take your anger out on the world or complain about how your silly scar hurts. Youre just a foolish boy who got lucky a couple times. Fame has gotten to your head you're worse than Malfoy. Why do you think that I spend most of my time with him?" Hermione asked in a snarl.

"Just shut up!" Harry screamed, falling to his knees in horror and pain. He didn't want to remember. He didn't want to hear this. "Just shut up!"

"I hate you, Harry Potter..."

"Shut up!"

"You're a disappointment to your parents..."

"Shut Up!"

"You are no longer my godson..."

"SHUT UP!" Harry screamed one last time and felt the ripple of power rush through him again. He opened his eyes and there was no a broken window, but Sirius being shoved backwards by some sort of invisible force that knocked him past the veil.
Hermione stood there silent, staring at the veil. She turned to Harry. Her face was cold and impassive.

"You killed him, Potter. You really are a murderer," she hissed and then chased Sirius through the veil, disappearing forever from Harry's life.

Harry threw his head back and screamed.

Ron had been sitting at breakfast. He had been talking about the upcoming Quidditch Match and a move he was planning on doing when he noticed that Harry wasn't exactly paying attention. He was slowly nodding off.
Ron sighed. That's what he gets for having nightmares like that. He remembered how the glass had just been cracking. Ron had felt the surge of whatever it was. It seemed to radiate from Harry... he couldn't describe what it was, but he knew that it was Harry who had done that to the window.

"Hey, Ginny, ready for the match tomorrow?" Ron asked his sister.
Ginny shrugged. She looked tired, worn out. He sighed. Harry was having nightmares and his sister was slowly going into depression. Hermione was going to be dead in two weeks and she was being all cuddly with his school rival.

What was wrong with this school?

He picked at his pancakes, thinking about Hermione. He remembered how he had spent hours trying to scrub her blood from his hands as he sobbed... he had cried so much that he was completely dried out. He was completely numb.

He listened to Harry mutter in his sleep about something... something about being alive. Ron sighed and shook his head. The poor chap.

For once in his life, Ron wasn't hungry. He looked around at all of these happy faces, none of them knowing that the smartest girl in school was slowly dying. Her brain was being popped by some stupid tumor. Ron hated tumors. They were stupid.

Then, Harry gripped the table in his sleep. He dug his fingernails into the wood.

"Just shut up," Ron heard him mutter. Ron furrowed his eyebrows.

"Mate.. wake up..." Ron shook Harry's shoulder gently.

"Shut up!" Harry cried out in his sleep. Ginny's eyes snapped to Harry.

"Is he alright?" she asked. Others were beginning to stare at Harry. Their eyes focused on him as his face scrunched up and tears fell from his sleeping eyes. There were whispers and people pointing...

"SHUT UP!" Harry bellowed and with a jerk of his body he fell backwards and onto the floor. Ron could feel it now. It was the same feeling that had woken him the night before, right before the window had begun to crack...

"Ginny, we have to wake him up!" Ron cried. Ginny leapt to Harry's side and shook him violently.
They shouted at him to wake up. Ron could feel his hair begin to stand on end. Ginny's hair was sticking out in all directions.

"What's happening?" Ginny muttered as she reached up and touched her hair. That was when Harry let off a scream like nothing they had ever heard before.

They were literally thrown backwards by some sort of unseen force. The air seemed to vibrate around Harry, and the plates and utensils and dishes on all of the tables began to vibrate. The students watched in horror as for the longer Harry screamed, the more the plates and dishes rattled and clanked. Food was spilled everywhere, goblets knocked over. People cried out as their robes were ruined.

Ron struggled to walk towards Harry, though he felt like he was walking through thickened water. He stood over Harry and bent down. Sweat was dripping off of his forehead as he strained to raise his arm.
Somehow he managed to swing his hand down and slap Harry hard across the face.
Harry's eyes shot open and he gasped. There was a loud clatter as all the dishes become perfectly still. Not another sound was made in the Great Hall as everyone turned to stare at Harry's sweating and dishevelled person. He looked in horror from one staring face to another.

" have to see Hermione... I killed him..." he sobbed and ran from the Great Hall and sprinted towards the Head Common Room